“MayIofferyouarefill?”thewaitertoweredoverher.Hermioneutteredasmallnoiseofsurprise.
Sheshookherheadanddukedbakbehindthebook.
“Wouldyouliketoordersomefood?Anappetizerperhaps?”
“No,I’mfine,thankyou,”shehissed.ShetriedherhardesttogivethemanalookthatsaidLeavemealoneorI’llhexyouintoweek.Itmusthaveworkedbeauseaftershepulledherbeaniedownfarther,he’dlefttohekonanothertable.ShesettledbakinandreturnedhergazetowardsMalfoy.
HeandPansysatfaingeahother,theirshouldersalmosttouhingastheirfaesleanedforwardinagiveandtakeofwhispers.Theyhadafamiliarityonlyshowasedbetweenthebestoffriendsorlovers,andHermionekikedherselfasheruriositypeaked,wwhatexatlytheyweretoeahother.Sheletoutadisgruntledsighoffrustration,suddenlywilledwiththenotionthatsheshouldbedoingsomethingelse.Thisisridiulous,shethought.Shedidn’thavetodoit.
No,anotherversionofhervoieehoed.Shedidn’thavetodoit.Herpreviouslineofthinkingfshedarosshermindanddespiteallherusuallogialnotions,Hermioneletherselfindulgeinthefantasythatsheouldontrolwhatwashappeningtoher.MaybeifshebrewedthePotionforDreamlessSleepwithbetterpreision,oraddedsomesortofounterparttostopsleepwalking.Andmaybeifshefoundaquiet,seludedpe,farfromanyone,shemightbeabletostopthedrivetomathloverstogetherfromrisingupandtakingoverhereverythought.
IthadstartedwiththetwomenassignedtoherwhenshewokeonthefourthfloorofSt.Mungo’safteraroutineiionofPandora’sBoxwenthorriblywrong.Hermionehadopenedhereyes,anditwasasifanewworldhadblossomed.Whenshelookedbetweenthetwoofthem,HealerRedmaneandCursebreakerHumblebud,allHermionesawwasagedpotential,theinvisiblehandsofErosbekoningtheunityoflovers.
“Youtwoloveeahother,”shesaid,andthenthrewahandoverhermouthinhorror.Shemanagedtokeephernewfoundromantizealatbaylongenoughforthemtodishargeher.Itdidn’tstopherfromnotiingthewayRedmanemadeHumblebudugh,orthelingeringlookoflongingonthetter’sfae.She’dsmiledandthankedthemfortheirhelp,wwhatonearthhadreallyhappenedtoherintheARoom.
Itdidn’tendthere.AfterbeingreleasedintoRon’sare,shespentafewdaysheldupintheirottage.Forthefirsttimeinherlife,Hermioneouldn’tfindsoeoromfortwithinthepagesofabook.NotevenHogwarts:AHistory.Instead,hergazewasdrawntotheommotionsoutside,theneighborsgoingabouttheirdays.Thoseiionswhihsomemightfindtrivial,orordinary,evenHermioneherselfbeforethePandorai,shesuddenlystudiedwithaninsatiablerapture.
“Ron,”shebeganatbreakfasttheday.“DidyouknowMrs.Bramblebootorderstakeawayfromthedelidownthene?”
Ronbroughtoveraupofteaforherandshookhishead.“Doesn’tsurpriseme.Weorderfromthemalmosttwieaweek,they’rebloodybrilliant.”
Hermionegrinned,“Yes,butnotonehasoldmanRogersdeliveredours.”
“So?”
“Isn’titobvious?”
Ronsrunhedhisfae.“ThattheoldestblokeI’veseeninreentmemorydoesn’toftendotheirdeliveries?”
“They’remeanttofallinlove,”Hermioneonluded.
“Haveyougonemad?”Ronshovedabisuitinhismouth.Hermionehandedhimanapkinwhilehehewed.“KatherineBrambleboot’sawidow.Herhusbanddiedofdragonpoxyearsandyearsago.”
“Yes,”Hermionestaredathim.“Somarryingonemeansyouanneverfallinloveagain?”Itwasstrangethatshedidn’tseeashredofEros’potentialinRon.Butthenagain,shedidn’tseeanywhenshelookedatherselfinamirroreither.Therewereafewothers,she’dnoted,whodidn’tregisterinhermindaspotentialmathes.Butthewidowandtheolddeliowner,nowtheywereaperfetmathifshe’deverseenone.RonshookhisheadandgaveherhisusualYou’reabsolutelyrightfaeandontinuedshovingbisuitsinhismouthandwashingthemdownwithtea.
Hermionerememberedthatmsovividly,almostasifshe’dwathedithappenfromoutsideherself.Apartofherheldsuhanaversiontomeddlingorevenommentingontheromantiaffairsofothers.Butsomesared,smallsliverofherpsyhehadawakenedwiththeurse.HermioneknewitwasErosausinghersuddenabilitytoseeloveallaround.
ShebarelyreognizedhervoiewhenshewalkedintothedeliandtoldoldmanRogersthatMrs.Brambleboot’sfavoriteflowerswerehydrangeas.Sheouldhardlybelieveshewaitedbythewindowforhourstoseehimhobbledownthewidow’swalkwayandknokonherdoor,anoverflowingbouquetofblueandwhiteflowersinhisarms.
AndHermioneouldn’tholybelieveshefeltsuhpure,unabashedjoyatthesmall,innououssmilethatlingeredonMrs.Brambleboot’slips,andthebrightnessthatfilledhereyeswhenshesawRogersblush.
ShemanagedtotamehergiddinessbythetimeRonreturnedhomefromwork,onlytobesweptupinsomethingelseentirely.Shesuddenlynotiedthelittlegestureshedidforher,subtletouhesoftendernessandare.Thewayhisfingeredaroundoneofherurlswhenhebentovertohandheraupoftea.Thetowelleftfoldedoverthetubforherwhenshewentupstairstotakeherbath.Andwhenshewenttobed,sheleanedover,andwaitedasRonputdownthem’sProphettograspherfae.Themomenttheirlipsmetsheburnedwiththesparkofsomethingathousandtimesgreaterthanwhatshe’dfeltthatafternoonwathinghermathesfallinlove.
Eventually,shewasabletoquietherdrivetomathpeopletogether.Butovertheourseofthemonth,itwouldfl
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